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a history of violence - plead for your life lyrics

[verse 1: the etherealist]
it’s the mother-f-cking murder brigade mowing down your parade
nothing here to celebrate until you’re dead in your grave
i be puffing that grade at your burial
i’m f-cking ethereal. sodomise your mama with a venereal
this is scary though, how i rock the mic
b-tch, it’s history of violence: don’t be putting a fight
‘fore i’m putting your lights out like the dead of the night
stick your head on a spike so i get head from your eye socket
it’s ether on the track and i’m back with a f-cking banger
batter you with a hammer, strangle ya, mangle and hang ya
gag your cadaver with my manhood
i run a scam good; ragging on mother-f-ckers at random
my c-ck is a cannon: a twenty-inch magnum
f-ck your lil’ handgun; in her legs be a canyon
when i’m done wit’cha ho, she won’t be bleeding out slow
hope you know how to sew ‘fore i go in her back door

[hook: the etherealist]
ether and in2ition; this is hip-hop precision
yo, we back with a vision and ain’t no stopping this mission
history of violence ain’t giving a f-ck
so back the f-ck up cause we both out of our nut

[verse 2: in2ition]
you know who this is: no need for guess who; here to challenge you
you know what we do. our stamina will imbalance you
b-tches hear us rap then they run for their mothers
know we’ll return with a shotgun and another: a twelve gauge that makes you say
anything the f-ck that we want you to say
get down on our knees; you better make sure that you plead
before i finish this weed. go off my nut and start breaking into your b-tt
your time’s up; gonna make you into a sl-t. force-feed you my nuts
don’t care about your allergy; i forgot about my gallantry
so mean circ-mstantially. love this f-cking inhumanity
irrationally, angrily using my profanity
this is actuality
ruining your chast-ty, oh what a calamity
i will happily use my form of brutality to destroy your audacity
make you into a calamity that can never be tangibly healed by psychology
i am depravity. i create catastrophes
i’ll destroy your morality before making you an anomaly
and infiltrating your oral cavity

[hook]

[verse 3: bolly]
on my normal schedule, i got filters in the ashtray
i will never settle for a little i need mad weight
holding up stiletto to the temple of a businessman
gimmie mo’ dough or fo’fo’ leave you dancing like ballet
bad days are often in my week
stressed, n-gga. i’m talking in my sleep
chiefing so much now that i’m coughing out my t–th
on my grind 24/7, add the 3…
65. spitting sickly rhymes
you sycophants can f-cking suck a size 8-inch d-ck
followed by suicide, i’m in a suit and tie
yet still speaking in ebonics and reeking of chronic
and chronically blind to the consequences
cyanide smokin carbon and i know gotta quit
but my conscience is k!lling me with uncommon sense
i pray i make it up outta this but for now i’m astounding, b-tch
constant acts of violence
i’ve been though so much sh-t, it just turns me to a tyrant
eyeing on a full clip, predicted by the mayans
lions, tigers, bears, oh my! you ain’t surviving this alive and bolly!

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